Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Televixen is back!

It's time for TV to really get the bashing it deserves ;)

Apart from the good shows, that is!

TV is chewing gum for the eyes. - Frank Lloyd Wright.

*to be read in a Hannibal Lechter voice*

I love horoscopes.

Yes, I do.

They afford me with endless minutes of amusement each day.

Like today's one, courtesy of the Sydney Morning Herald: There's not much today in the way of cosmic guidance, so be prepared to simply get on with your working day. Remember though not to daydream or be unrealistic about what can be achieved. Keep expectations pretty low today. Tonight you should get some rest and perhaps an early night.

Wow! I feel the cosmic forces! Mmm-mmm-mmmmmm-mm! They're telling me so much! Go to bed early! Do your work! Don't chop the chair in half with a chainsaw! No thinking of the Canadian Chippendales! *mreowr* Don't expect anything to happen! You'll be disappointed! The world is ENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNDING!

But you knew that already, didn't you Leo?
I popped down to the store to buy some milk (which was the thing I had forgotten yesterday and was wracking my brains for). So I have actually bought milk now...

But I also had this kind of brain wave when I was there and had an idea for fresh bean, capsicum and feta salad (possibly with lightly toasted pine-nuts), so those ingredients all go into the shopping basket. Then I thought that instead of not being able to use all of the feta in the salad, I should make a sauteed zucchini, garlic and feta pasta sauce, so I bought some big chunky pasta (mmm... the best kind! Little pasta is for whimps! *lol*).

And some fresh parmesan. And some ground cumin. And a bottle of Maison (keeping the family heritage alive, one bottle at a time *lol*) (it's non-alcoholic you heathens ;-p).

Damn shopping for groceries when I have brainwaves about food ideas and recipes!

But at least the ideas are basically healthy :)

Monday, January 30, 2006

Cheer, cheer, cheer, yell, yell, yell...

...but it doesn't matter, 'cos you'll all go to hell...

*flops back against chair*

Yes, I have all the energy of Jane Lane and Daria Morgandorffer combined today. Well... this afternoon since around 4 o'clock. So that doesn't get me many places, apart from being able to make wryly amusing, semi-snarky comments. Oh, and my officemate and I dragged out the typewriter again and have been bashing on that now and then. That was fun :)

Still, the day's actually been *productive* in spite of feeling lethargic. Got loads of work done and will be able to focus more on some of my other work tomorrow due to that. Hopefully. But you know how it is when you think you'll have time to do something ~ another thing always crops up and steals that time away, leaving you to lie on the carpet, sobbing, "That thing took my baby... ermmm... productivity time!"

In other thoughts, Kraft cheese wedges are soooooooooo yummy!

I think I'm addicted *sobs*

Sunday, January 29, 2006

New drugs for women...

Take 2 and the rest of the world can go to hell for up to 8 full hours.

Plant extract that treats mom's depression by rendering preschoolers unconscious for up to two days.

Suppository that eliminates melancholy and loneliness by reminding you of how awful they were as teenagers and how you couldn't wait till they moved out.

Liquid silicone drink for single women. Two full cups swallowed before an evening out increases breast size, decreases intelligence, and prevents conception.

When taken with Peptobimbo, can cause dangerously low IQ, resulting in enjoyment of country music and pickup trucks.

Increases life expectancy of commuters by controlling road rage and the urge to flip off other drivers.

Potent anti-boy-otic for older women. Increases resistance to such lethal lines as, "You make me want to be a better person ..Can we get naked now?.

Injectable stimulant taken prior to shopping. Increases potency, duration, and credit limit of spending spree.

Relieves headache caused by a man who can't remember your birthday, anniversary, phone number, or to lift the toilet seat.

A spray carried in a purse or wallet to be used on anyone too eager to share their life stories with total strangers in elevators.

When administered to a boyfriend or husband, provides the same irritation level as nagging him.

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Mann gegen Mann

Mann gegen Mann is going to be the next Rammstein single from the Rosenrot album. Hurrah!

Saturday Morning Love, Hate

Things I Love:
# Wake Up by The Living End. It's Australia's answer to American Idiot!
# Rain overnight helping to bring the fire at Kinglake under control somewhat. Now we just need it for the rest of the fires across the State! The rain is definitely what I'd call an act of God ~ thanks so much God! :)
# Russian news.
# Phone calls from a friend ~ he's as nuts as me, so it's a good way to start the morning *lol* Even though it sometimes sounds weird when he calls when he's training *lol*
# I need a little edge with my electro-pop...
# Actually, I love Rogue Traders.
# My new fairylight lanterns :-D

Things I Hate:
# Ashlee Simpson's L.O.V.E clip. It's crap. Her hair looks awful. Her clothes look like she raided a faded, pre-teen Marilyn Manson's wardrobe. Marilyn Manson scares me less.
# Backstreet Boys. But that's been a constant state of dislike with them since I was old enough to realise that they sucked (about 13 or so... Della meets Rammstein, happy marriage of soundslove ensues).
# Danii Minogue sounding just like Kylie in her Perfection clip o.0 And looking like her, too. She was fine as she was before plastic surgery and everything. Non-necessary plastic surgery sucks!
# Trying to figure out what to do about breakfast.
# Having been lazy last night and not unpacked the non-perishable grocery items...


Saaaaaaaaarrrweeeeeeeeeet Lord!

Zooper Dooper ice-blocks, the happy marriage of water, sugar, flavourings and colour, late at night are perhaps, strictly speaking, not a great idea.

Artificial colourings... flavourings... going... to... my brain... *twitch* DAMN!! This is sooooo good! I've been sick of all the natural colours/flavours/etc.

Nothing says late-night hyperactivity like a searingly pink ice-block crammed full of sugary goodness!

It's so sweet it hurts my throat...

Nyarrghhh, so good!

Thursday, January 26, 2006

I am so smart, I am so smart, S-M-R-T, I mean S-M-A-R-T!

On my day of resident genius level work, I not only dropped the blender on my foot (which gave me a one-inch long gash on the foot). No, that wasn't enough! I slipped *up* the steps when it was raining for the 15 minutes or so that God decided to turn on the sprinklers.

Now I've got a dent in my shin and it's bruising up in a fascinating manner. Ahhh... I am so talented! *lol*

And I'm hoping that the fires will go away tomorrow. Hopefully we'll get lots of rain. Lots and lots and lots of rain... because the fires are still going even though we had 1.5ml of rain!



This weather still really sucks :( And I hate bushfires! HATE, HATE, HAAAAAAATE! And Italian Australian movies on TV are rather deeply odd. Especially with Italian midget laundromat owners.

Reality Australia Day

Russell Crowe and his band (and other b-grade celebrities) didn't fall in a hole.

I got a forwarded e-mail I could only describe as racist from a friend of mine about how people who aren't going to become totally Australian and forget about the cultures of countries they moved here from should piss off out of Australia. That was shocking. I'd never thought that friends of mine would think like that.


I guess there will always be people out there with stupid attitudes towards immigrants, refugees and so on. Still, that doesn't mean it's acceptable or right or anything like that.


There are still bushfires around and it's a time of battening down the hatches in case fires happen around here. They're in towns that just seem to me to be a bit too close for comfort. But I'm scared as hell of fires. The weather's also insane today. And won't improve until Monday. God, please do something! :-/

At least the cricket's on today.

But then what if Australia loses!? Arghh!

And I just saw a story on the French news how Asian fur producers are using cat and dog fur! The poor little creatures were terrified! Those evil, evil bastards. Animal cruelty is never acceptable!

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Fantasy Australia Day

Starting with tonight's Australia Day Concert, Russell Crowe's band, Thirty Odd Foot of Grunt or whatever it's called now will fall through a large trapdoor in the stage at the concert on the lawns of Parliament House. When B-grade celebrities who go over to see what happened/help/laugh will also fall in. Hopefully politicians will follow. Apart from Natasha Stott-Despoja. She's too smart for all of that anyways. She should seize the opportunity and become our first female Prime Minister.

The Australian of the Year will be Tim Costello, for his tireless work with those who are in need of help and because we want to see the look on John Howard's face when he has to present the award to Rev Costello (and try to explain why Peter will never be Prime Minister, even if it's just because he's not enough of a slimy weasel-pants).

Anyone using the phrase "unAustralian" about anyone or anything will be clubbed over the head with a packet of uncooked sausages. This includes the Prime Minister. He seemed to start the trend of that variety of almost laughably mini-hysterical finger-pointing name-calling, so maybe he should be the first to feel the love.

Australia Day Council ads on TV that say, "All new citizens make a pledge of commitment to Australia and its people. On Australia Day, shouldn't we all?" will induce everyone to change the channel and watch SBS news because we're not America; we're a diverse, multicultural society who don't need pseudo-nationalism and wanky allegiance pledges to know that we're all Australian.

Australia itself will find a new, happy identity with which to face the world. One that embraces all of the people and nationalities within our great big country and says that there really isn't any one Australian way to be. We're all here to live in peace with each other and to grow in tolerance and understanding. One that isn't based on yobbos, convicts, ANZACs, bogans, sun-bronzed beach gods, Steve Irwin, Crocodile Dundee or Home & Away alone.

The annoying man who does the lamb ads will be taken out and shot. Repeatedly. Quite possibly by all of those "minority" groups who are insulted by his drivel.

People who say, "If you don't like Orrrstraya the way it is, yer can bugger orf back to where yer came from," will stop forthwith, realising that diversity of opinion and the need for intelligent debate about the direction that Australia is taking is important for our growth and future development.

Amanda Vanstone will be given a year's free accommodation at the Baxter Detention Centre, just for the experience.

And we will be lead to a glorious new, happy future with Natasha Stott-Despoja at the political helm! At least she doesn't have eyebrows that look like they'd eat puppies for breakfast or a voice like a retarded rosella :)

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Thank God for firefighters

The bushfire today made me realise, in a moment of utter abject terror, that I do not have a bushfire plan.

If the wind had been blowing a little more this way and a little harder, my house and I probably would have been roasted. Burnt to a speck of ash or something.

Like I, alone, could hold back a raging fire with a garden hose and repeated swearing...

The mountain behind my house had a fire deliberately lit by a 14 year-old boy (apparently) that burned for hours this afternoon, and still isn't out.

Apparently it's been contained and the fire fighters are doing back-burning... still scary... Thankfully the water bombers came and dumped lots of water on it. And thankfully the weather stayed mostly calm.

Definitely a thank God situation.

But it still scares the fuck out of me.

And if I get my hands on that individual who lit the fire, I swear I will rip their arms off myself and force-feed them to him.


Monday, January 23, 2006

Religious art?

Religious art used to be inspiring, uplifting, challenging.

Now... hmm... (see left!?)

Well, "mainstream" religious art or statements aren't all that exciting. Sometimes they're downright scary. Or just deeply, deeply odd.

We get stuff like The Visitation, a Frank Piretti altar-call book made into one long-winded, poor quality altar-call movie. Loads of Hillsong albums which seem to have the collective level of engagement with issues of Christianity and the world as a one-legged cockroach does of mountaineering. The Left Behind series, which is disturbingly bad theology for a start...

It's like we've skipped over thinking and gone straight for "fluff" or "frighten the pants off of 'em and THAT will be sure to make 'em convert and fall on their knees and possibly give us money, too."

Surely there are some Christian artists out there who are going to present us things with some sort of intellectual and visual appeal! Things that are subtle, beautiful, honest, challenging, that allow people to explore their own faith, that doesn't Bible-bash or is the visual/intellectual equivalent of cotton candy...


I hope so, at least!

This reminded me of Watson_vagabond's post...

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Joke of the Day

A man died and went to heaven. As he stood in front of St. Peter at the Pearly Gates, he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him. He asked, "What are all those clocks?"

St. Peter answered, "Those are Lie-Clocks. Everyone on earth has a Lie-Clock. Every time you lie, the hands on your clock will move."

"Oh," said the man, "whose clock is that?"

"That's Mother Teresa's. The hands have never moved, indicating that she never told a lie."

"Incredible," said the man. "And whose clock is that one?"

St. Peter responded, "That's Abraham Lincoln's clock. The hands have moved twice, telling us that Abe told only two lies in his entire life."

"Where's President Bush's clock?" asked the man.

St. Peter answers, "Bush's clock is in Jesus' office. He's using it as a ceiling fan."
This is cool!

A thing that shows what song was Number 1 in the US and UK charts on the day you were born *teehee*

Curiousity killed the cat!?

WARNING: Adult content not suitable for all.

Okies, Becky and Kristin, you were asking what the iBuzz thing was, but I couldn't find the e-mail for it (I think I trashed it *lol*), so here's the latest press release they've sent us.

Wonder how it would go in any one of the mags we do...


And I know that these are real products *lol*

You ask how? Well, some of them were advertised in a photo spread in the last Cream magazine I bought for ideas about graphic design and illustration things.

Friday, January 20, 2006

Homeownerphobia? *lol*

Hmm... so far today, I've spent three hours on my mobile, gossiping with friends about the house stuff *lol*

That brain tumour caused by mobile phone use will be worth it *shakes fist* *lmao* (like I believe that anyways... ha!).

But yes, settlement today and the house is now mine. Or whatever. Yes, not quite as exciting as it would seem, but you know how sometimes the big things in life are often more anticlimactic than you'd expect.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Men are strange creatures.

In this case, I shall be referring to two cases, Mr B and Mr D (and no, there's no Mr S and definitely no Mr M).

Mr B is a cheeky devil but a sweetie. Really easy to get along with, always know where you stand with him, keeps things simple. A see-it-and-say it kind of guy.

Mr D, on the other hand, is also cheeky. And sweet... Oh wait, let's add really smooth to that sweet thing. Very smooth - he'd find a way to get around even Saddam Hussein and make him confess to things. Easy to get along with, sure, but you never quite know where you stand with him (and you regularly hope that your position with him won't involve *not* standing... eek). Things aren't simple with Mr D at all.

Mr B is always going to be a normal sort of person who enjoys making his way through life even if he's not going to be making millions. Mr D is a suit-and-tie guy, ambitious, has already managed two multi-million dollar companies, smart as a whip, shocking flirt and all of that.

Mr B is a one-man-gal sort of person. Mr D is a gaggle-of-gals kind of person.

So why the hell is Mr D so dreadfully fascinating!??!

Grr! Or should it be Gah!?!

Just call me Dr Della

Instead of going back to the vet and getting him to take the stitches out of my dog's tummy, I did it myself!

I guess I didn't want to have to pay an extra bit of a fee or something to get it done or whatever, and I've had enough stitches removed to know what I'm doing... *lol*

Although the vet guy was kind of goodlooking in a Colin Firth kind of way. If Colin Firth wore jumpers like country vets always seem to do, that is. I never see those kind of jumpers in stores... strange. Maybe they come with the degree or something like that.

My little dog seems happy to have the stitches out now though :)

I'd guess that they would have been pretty darn itchy towards the end. Hopefully he doesn't get straight back into licking his groin after all of this *lol*
So, the ABC is to blame for the lack of arts on TV in Australia... or so the guy writing this article seems to think...

Interesting article about the arts and Australian television. Although it doesn't do much about Australian television in general, just the ABC. And considering the person who wrote it used to work for the ABC and spends time bashing them, well... perhaps that explains a few things.

Maybe he should have complained about the end of Blue Heelers, too, while he was about it, seeing as Channel 7 announced its axing last Friday.

However, I would like to register my complaint about the lack of cultural programs on Australian television!

We are seriously lacking good Australian drama and culture programs. I'm sorry, but reality rubbish like Big Brother, Australian Idol, X-Factor and all of that other junk doesn't cut it. Neither does Headland, Home & Away or Neighbours. The five seconds of Headland that I saw made me want to vomit on things, Home & Away has plots that make Days of Our Lives look believable and Neighbours... well, it's just Neighbours.

I thought that there were the germs of an idea for how Aus culture could be looked at with Vulture, although I agree that it was too much of a 'take the p!ss' kind of show, which didn't do it any favours. It would be great to have a show on TV where new books, films, shows and so on could be reviewed and examined in a serious but funny and smart way.

Personally, I'd love a show that could let me know about new Australian books and authors, independent films and their makers, artists, musicians, international cultural news and that sort of thing. Something that makes me think, have a laugh, allows diversity of thought and opinion in an engaging way (not just, "Well, David, I thought the lighting in this film was enough for it to win an Oscar... I give it five stars." "No, Margaret, I found it didn't engage me. Two stars for me.") and introduces new concepts.

Is that too much to ask!?!?!?

Oh yeah... TV never manages things like that *sigh*

Although I'm sort of envisioning a sort of Spicks and Specks meets Sunday afternoon ABC arts programs meets Enough Rope meets something else... and I'm liking it!

Because it made me snort with laughter!

I can just imagine
Saying in a gruff voice,
"Fifty dollars,
No funny business,
Don't do this,
Don't do that.
Half an hour,
Got it?"
To an undercover
With a snap of
That glove
Which looks rather
Much like him...

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

I'm sorry I can't come today, Hyacinth, I'll be soliciting! Oh! I mean, seeing my solicitor!


I'm beginning to think that my solicitors who are dealing with the house thing (settlement is on Friday - tremble in fear!) are about as useful as donkey testicles stapled to a stick.

Got a phone call from the secretary this afternoon telling me I needed to have my bank cheque to them tomorrow. In the letter they'd sent, it was Friday morning prior to settlement... So I alerted her to this fact (had brought the letter to work with me, amazingly), and said that I was working all day tomorrow.

She then said, "Oh, that'll be okay then."

*rolls eyes*

And to think that I'm dealing with these sort of people and handing great wads of money over to other people via these solicitors! ARGH! If they lose the bank cheque down the back of the couch, things will be VERY hard on them.

Engage Rant Mode!

Radar The Idealists

My thoughts on this article: Blahdi-blahdi-blah-wankorama-blah!

*cough, cough*

Okay, I'm not going to say that there AREN'T people in my generation who constantly chase after the idea of some "perfection" thing where they can't bear to accept second best, like to travel, change jobs like they change underwear and all of that, but I'm just curious as to what on earth the majority of people in my generation who can't afford to do that sort of thing are classed as? (seeing how everything gets a label slapped on it)

Seriously, doing the must-have-perfection-travel-change-job-flit-flit-travel-backpack thing requires money. Serious money, usually. Sure, it's a couple of week's wages for an airfare or something, but then you need the extra spending money for accommodation, travel in the country, food, etc. And it also needs time. Not many workplaces I know would go, "Ohhh good, we'd love to give you a holiday! Paid leave, I take it? Delightful! Here, take six months off and really have a good time - you know you deserve it!" Not many people could afford it on a childcare worker or Big W or mechanic's wages, especially if they need to save up and use the money on other things to provide them with that dreaded thing called security later in life.

Most people my age are in jobs that are mundane. Heck, even the most exciting-sounding job turns out to be mundane once you've done it for a while, but you push thru the pain because of the rewards (aka, money). I know for a fact that working for the government to prevent terrorism and whatnot is utterly dull (got a friend who does it). THERE IS NOT A "PERFECT" JOB OUT THERE! Everything has moments of joy and boredom. Grow up, accept that fact, move on.

You know, most of the time you're going to have to take what you're given. There's a really high likelihood that you're not going to end up with a mansion, three Porches, regular trips to Europe and a job where every day's a pleasure. Really, it's more like you're going to end up with a house that's pretty much just like everyone else's, a Holden in the garage that you get to pay off for ages and a holiday up the coast driving the car with the family packed into it where the kids whinge and you wonder where the hell they came from and why and sometimes work will be boring.

However, that shouldn't stop you from enjoying life.

Enjoyment of life isn't all about traveling somewhere and boasting about how you helped the natives in South America scratch corn from cobs and swim through the upper marshes of the thingywhatsit to wrestle anacondas (think of the behaviour of the travel writer guy in the Series 3 episode of Black Books, 'k, and you'll know what I mean).

Enjoyment is about making the most of what you get, keeping smiling, seeing the positive sides of things, having a laugh, spending time with friends, keeping in contact with those you love, having fun with family and friends, appreciating the beauty of nature, doing creative things or whatever you're good at whenever you can, realising that life is what you make it and that you can make it the best ever no matter where you are just by keeping it all in perspective.

Sure, travel if you can - it broadens your views on life and things in it. But don't get so obsessed with having to find perfection - usually perfection in human form won't last more than a moment... (and it's all about enjoying the moments :).

The It-Sucks-To-Be-Me Generation by Daniel Gross is a more interesting article.
Radar Holiday Blues

Interesting article!

Will write more later, have to go do work *lol*

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Bet you never thought you'd see a sex toy here..! :-p


Sometimes work is dull, routine, boring, all of those sort of things.

And then at other times, something comes along that makes me laugh myself silly and almost onto the floor in convulsions. Like this, the iBuzz. I'm not 100% sure if it's really real or not, but it was part of a press release from www.adultshop.com that came in over the holidays. I bollocks you not.

I would post the press release, but I'm laughing too much right now... So if you want to see it, let me know *lol*

There have been other unusual press releases in the past that have come in, including information about conferences being held by the government, police, women's groups, etc, openings of fashion stores and galleries and any number of other things. But this adultshop one sooooo takes the cake! *lol* Or the iPod...

Monday, January 16, 2006

First day back

Well, it's the first day back at work.

I woke up early. At about 3am... but that was because I needed a drink. Then woke up at 6.30am. I ask you - what kind of time is that!?!?! Ugh... Sometimes I really hate this early work morning thing. No, I lie. I hate it almost all of the time! Maybe one day I'll become a morning person. Maybe one day Satan will ice-skate to work with a tutu on. Who knows.

But it's kind of fun to be back at work. Apart from files going MIA on the computer between last week and this week, writers not getting their stuff in (at all), the office looking like a whirlwind has gone through it (moved offices and am now sharing), having ten million things dumped on me to do and not enough time, finding lots of distractions with trying to clean, move stuff, write stuff, edit stuff, correct stuff, take stuff here there and everywhere, etc.

Ohhh, and sort through more than 400 e-mails.

Why can't the first day back at work be nice and easy! *sulks* *lol*

Ah well :)

Saturday, January 14, 2006

Who do you share your heart with?

That was something that I started thinking about after I read Tuesdays With Morrie. It's one of the four questions that Morrie asks the guy who wrote the book, and I can't remember the other three, so I'll have to ask Uncle Brett to let me know *lol*

Sharing your heart wasn't about being in love or dating or marrying a person, but about who you share your inner thoughts and all of that sort of thing with, someone or some people who know your inner workings.

There are a few people I share my more inner side with, although mostly I don't tend to tell anyone anything unless it's obvious *lol* The people are my friends Danny, Oliver, Amy and Renfield. All of them are amazing people and I should probably stay in contact with them more often.

Of course, there are differnt levels of the heart sharing. But it's better than not at all, I suppose :)

Hmm... So who do you share your heart with?

And if you're wondering how I could have close to 700 books...

One of my bookcases...

My shoecase :D

I had a spare bookcase and thought I'd do something with it while I think about whether to sell it or not... I guess if I keep it, it'll come in handy for when I buy more books or something (I own about 700 at the moment - eek!).

I heart my shoecase!

Friday, January 13, 2006


Late nights should stop. I stayed up 'til 3am this morning for no good reason. It was kind of fun, though, really. But it brings about so much honesty that I don't know if it's a good thing *lol*

Oh well, can't hurt really!

Must get to and clean the house. It looks like a chaos. And the spare room... Oh God, the spare room... *shakes head*

Getting REALLY sick of crap American reality TV being inflicted upon the poor unsuspecting Australian TV audience late of a night! *shakes fist*

Stupid Bachelor-type-people-who-don't-have-more-to-do-than-flash-their-pecs-and-not-use-even-one-tenth-of-their-brain! :-p Dumb-ass b*#@$&@s, all! Why don't they fall down a hole? (yes, you may argue that's what Survivor is for...)

And yet the networks in Australia cancel really good shows and claim that there aren't enough ratings, like Scrubs, West Wing and Arrested Development. But honestly! Who watches the reality stuff!? And why?! Apart from out of a morbid fascination with Donald Trump's hair, that is...


Thursday, January 12, 2006

Post-op Puppy :D

Photos from the old farm

Photos from the old farm

How embarrassing!!!

I swear to God I am the master of embarrassing myself! *lol*

This morning, there was meant to be a termite inspection at my house, which was scheduled for 10.30am. Nice time, works for me, not too early.

Decide to have a shower at about 9.30 and then see what can be done about cleaning the house after holidays.

A minute or two into the shower, there's a knock at the door and it's the termite inspection man! ARGH! So I yell out that I'll be right out, leap out of the shower, whip on my dressing gown and meet the guy at the door *lol*

Thankfully he started the inspection outside...

But talk about embarrassing!

Yet kinda funny, because he and I ended up nattering away about odd situations he's encountered, like a lady answering the door stark naked apart from a pair of heels and stuff like that.

Ah well! He gave me heaps of tips for dealing with insects and spiders and stuff and showed me all around what he was looking at and for. And he commented that it was good that I knew what was what with things like borers and termites and treatments and stuff (altho I did have some prior knowledge with the termite stuff back on the farm... cheating, you could say? *lol*).

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Someone in the library smells like fake CK1 or something.

The guy on the computer next to me keeps staring at my screen.

The aircon has a strange oppressive smell.

There's an ad for an Indigenous weather service. www.bom.gov.au/wk.

We're going to the farm this afternoon to pick some things up. My bookcase, hopefully. It's one Pappa made for me. I hate the tennants of the old farm house. I'm glad the ones who lived in Nanna and Pappa's house are gone. It's nice to not own the property any more so we don't have to deal with those imbeciles.

No, that wasn't very loving ;) But you never had to deal with them! Ugh.

The library isn't as interesting as I'd remembered it to be.

Ever wondered, when you go back to a place, whether time really existed between first being there and being there in the moment? Or were you really there all along and the other time in between never existed or mattered?
I feel so old today for some reason.

I think it's because I'm worried about a few things. My Mum's been harassing me about getting myself checked for Lupus and Sjogren's Syndrome, both of which are auto-immune diseases that can shorten the lifespan, make having kids hard and all of that sort of stuff (while they attack your organs... wheeee). Mum's got both Lupus and Sjogrens, and some of our relatives have one, the other or both. It's a bit of a worry.

But we shall see what we shall see, won't we.

Oh well, I think it's making me realise that life is really just something that we let merrily slip through our hands like the tail of a silver fish. Instead of gripping on, trying to live as hard and fast and fun as we can, we just meander along, eyes closed, not realising that this life is all we get here and now.

Plus I've read Tuesdays With Morrie, so that's making me change my life. I don't want to have to wait until I'm old or dying to realise what's really important to me. It's people, those I love. Never things. Things can all go jump in a lake.

Love is what matters.


Thursday, January 05, 2006

Happy happy joy joy!

Well, my doggy's come thru surgery!

He's still a little dozy at the moment, but he's alive and stitched up and wearing a little collar around his head so that he can't chew his stitches *teehee* Hopefully he'll be alright in the long-term!


Wednesday, January 04, 2006

I'm scared :(

My little dog is going in for an operation in the morning and there's a good chance that he won't survive it.

I guess he is almost 16 and has a heart murmur (which we only found out about today when the vet examined him); he's had a pretty good innings.

But if he dies during the operation, I think I'm going to throw myself down a long flight of stairs and hope for death myself.

He's just such a brilliant dog and I love him to bits. There's honestly not another dog that I've met in my entire life that comes close to being as totally awesome as my dog, or as well-loved by everyone who meets him, even if it's just for his crazy antics.

He's not allowed to die!

But I'm so scared that he will :(

Please keep your fingers (or paws, as applicable) crossed for my lil' doggy!!!

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Today was the day for rejoicing!

I bought a whipper snipper. Yay! So I can run around the yard and garden and trim the hell out of the lawn... It's quite fun, altho I'd never used one before. My parents, who are visiting, are kinda worried about my "attitude" towards the whipper snipper, tho *lol*

Perhaps it's because I was running around, laughing maniacally while using it ;) But it'll be a challenge.

Technical things and I generally don't mix ~ I'm good at breaking things, at least, but that's about it. Almost broke the whipper snipper when I first used it *lol!* Ah well :)

We'll see how things go over the coming months with it and whether I manage to cut through anything vital with it (power cords, limbs, arteries...).

Still have heaps of stuff to do. Arghh! So much money being spent... but it's all good. My next mission is to find a sofa bed or a futon. And then find a way to get it home...

Nothing like a challenge!

Monday, January 02, 2006

Quote of the Day

"Let me assure you that there is nothing worn beneath the kilt; it's all in perfect working order!" - some guy on the Edinborough Tattoo in Australia.